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“Mine were only interested in the fact that Maria promised to order them pizza and play X-box with them.”

We both laughed, then our eyes met and held for a long moment, and the playfulness dissipated. I stared at her, a highlight reel of our New Year’s Eve activities rolling through my head. Dancing. Sharing a drink. Dancing again. Making out in the corner as the countdown started. Pulling apart right at midnight intending to say, “Happy New Year’s” but instead saying “Come home with me.” I didn’t remember the drive back to my house, but everything that happened afterward was etched into my brain. I replayed it every day in the shower.

“I want you, Lillian,” I whispered.

“I want you too.” That was one of the things I loved about Lillian. She was a straight talker. She didn’t play games, didn’t beat around the bush.

I looked around frantically. “Where can we go?”

Lillian laughed. “We’re a little too old to be havin’ sex in the bathroom at a restaurant.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about that,” I said in mock outrage. “I thought maybe there was a supply closet some place.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but isn’t there a hotel across the road?”

My cock twitched at the suggestion. It was already half hard and had been since we sat down.

“I don’t want you to feel cheap,” I said, although I was one hundred percent on board with this hotel idea. It would be way more comfortable than a broom closet.

Lillian leaned forward across the table and gestured for me to do the same. Her face looked incredibly serious, but her eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Martin, I want to tell you a little secret.”

“Okay.” I leaned closer.

“I’ve damn near worn out my vibrator the last few weeks fantasizing about what we did on New Year’s Eve. I’m kid-free for a few hours, out of batteries, and I’m wearing new panties.”

I waved at a passing waitress with both arms, like I was one of those guys directing a plane at the airport.

“Miss? We’d like the check please. Now.”

Lillian

I pulled into the parking lot next to Martin’s car as I disconnected my call with Luke. He’d assured me that the three of them were watching movies and would be just fine if I came home late.

If my sons were troubled by my sudden interest in dating, Luke didn’t mention anything. I hadn’t told them that I was going on a date, not at first. I’d only told them I was going out with a friend. They’d taken one look at my new outfit, my blown out hair, and my make-up and quickly figured it out, probably because they knew I didn’t dress like that to go for a drink with my buddies at LJ’s.

“Are you goin’ on a date or somethin’ Mama?” Lincoln asked.

“Yeah, I am,” I admitted a little sheepishly.

I was surprised when they just nodded and told me to have fun. I’d expected a bunch of questions about who I was dating and where I was going. Of course, that might have taken too much time away from the car chase movie they were watching.

“How long do we have before you have to get home?” Martin asked as we walked hand in hand towards the lobby.

“A few hours.”

“Everything’s okay at home then?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Luke said everything was quiet.”

“My sister said everything is fine on their end too.”

We asked the clerk for a room and after a brief tussle over payment, Martin put it on his credit card. The second the elevator door closed he was on me, pressing me into the wall, rolling his hips against mine, and kissing me until the ding of the bell alerted us to our arrival on the fourth floor.

We damn near ran down the hallway.

“Did he put us in the farthest room possible?” I huffed as we finally found our room.